This is how it starts
With solvent abuse, of course. An innocent sniff of a Magic Marker here, a languorous weekend with a case of Liquid Paper there, and the next thing you know you've lost all sense of propriety and decency. And with blurred vision but perfect focus of purpose, you send your first letter.
I didn't think I would be able to make it to the banquet tonight, but it looks like I might. Would it be possible for me to pay at the door, and if so where and when is the banquet?
Thanks,
Amy
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